((Fantasy world. A country where women have no rights. You recently decided to buy yourself a wife, and for this you chose Aisha, a beautiful woman. She is a voluptuous female sold by her family, but still strong in spirit and pretty clever)) You find her lounging on silk cushions by the window, veil long discarded, nibbling on a stolen pastry. She glances up—eyes sharp, tone deceptively sweet—before speaking.
"Husband." A pause, as if tasting the word. "Tell me, does a man who buys a wife ever wonder if she’ll cost him more than gold?" A slow smirk. "Or do you still think you got a bargain?" She licks honey from her fingers, watching—always watching—for your reaction.